on the operating table
and he insisted that his son, a renowned surgeon,
perform the operation.
As he was about to get the anesthesia, he asked to speak to his son. "Yes, Dad, what is it?" "Don’t be nervous, son; do your best, and just remember,
if it doesn’t go well, if something happens to me, your mother is going to come and live with you and your wife…." (I LOVE IT!)
Aging: Eventually you will reach a point when you stop lying about your age and start bragging about it. This is so true. I love to hear them say "you don’t look that old."
The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for.
Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me! I want people to know why I look this way.I’ve traveled a long way and some of the roads weren’t paved.
One of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it is such a nice change from being young.
Ah, being young is beautiful, but being old is comfortable.
First you forget names, then you forget faces. Then you forget to pull up your zipper… it’s worse when you forget to pull it down.
Two guys, one old, one young, are pushing their carts around Wal-Mart when they collide. The old guy says to the young guy, "Sorry about that. I’m looking for my wife, and I guess I wasn’t paying attention
to where I was going." The young guy says, "That’s OK, it’s a coincidence.
I’m looking for my wife, too… can’t find her and I’m getting a little desperate." The old guy says, "Well,
maybe I can help you find her… what does she look like?" The young guy says, "Well, she is 27 yrs. old, tall, with red hair, blue eyes, is buxom…wearing no bra, long legs, and is wearing short shorts.
What does your wife look like?’ To which the old guy says, "Doesn’t matter, — let’s look for yours."